If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up –
Hunter S. Thompson

"'Crazy' is a term of art; 'Insane' is a term of law. Remember that, and you will save yourself a lot of trouble." - Hunter S. Thompson. "When you’re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in America, you get a front-row seat" - George Carlin. Well, welcome to your box seats to crazy.

Saturday Night is a Great Night for night two of a weekend bar crawl. It has to be better than Friday in Scottsdale with its lookalike clubs, bar-rescued overpriced theme bars and packs of hot but insipid ASU chicks. Plenty of milf-y Scottsdale goodness showing off their silicone, too, but they’re all paired up. Their dudes are eager to show off the handiwork and stake their claim by mashing while you do your demoralized shuffle past the minivan hormone showcase.

So Saturday, aim lower. Some place with Earth-based beer prices. Some place unfamiliar with artisanal ice. In four words

Today marks my third wrestling match with the 30 foot long anaconda. For those of you that wonder, this is the process: The Prep: the “Koolaid” sucks, but it’s a million times better if you follow your own “one-way” signs instead of the “alternative” prep. (NTTAWWT) It’s not the bowl or the horcrux that’s empty at the end.